Around this time last year, I made a little journey to somewhere further up north. Today, I made that same journey, to that same place. And once again, I speeded through the dark, rainy, foreign streets.
A year ago, when I made this journey, I was having the worst time of my life. My life was falling apart, and I was losing everything. The long drive was relieving and relaxing, but something was missing.
Tonight, a year later, it seems I am still stuck in the same state of mind. Everything seems calm, but all the problems are still here. I purposely made up an excuse so that I could make the journey alone, because I knew that this drive would stir up my emotions. Again, the long drive was relaxing, but the pain inside has grown and that something is still missing.
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